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you’re not much different than they
are or at the very least, that you have a name.
    Marlene introduces them as Caitlin, Harlow, and Brenna. I’m
told they’re from accounting, but they look as if they sashayed straight off a
Parisian runway. I’m guessing smiling Brenna is the halfway decent one of the
bunch. The others keep their distance, not saying much of anything as they grip
their mugs and bide their time before I carry on my merry way.
    They’ve got to know.
    I’m sure the second I leave, they’re going to discuss the new company courtesan.
    It’s okay, I’m not here to make
friends. I’m here to make money so I can move on with my life. This’ll all be a
distant memory someday, mean girls and all.
    I amble down the hallway, toward the mahogany double doors, which
house my master’s office. I giggle at the word master . It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t possibly
take it seriously.
    But for twenty thousand dollars a month? I’ll at least pretend
like I take it extremely seriously.
    When I reach my office, I slip inside expecting something
more along the lines of a janitorial closet. The buckling of my knees in
response to the sweeping view of the city, the polished mahogany desk, and the
crystal sconces on dimmers was the last thing I expected. Wallpaper covered
walls in a shade of cream give off a luxurious sheen fit for a palace-dwelling
queen, and a brand new laptop and cell phone rest in the center of it all.
    My finger traces along the dust-free ledge of my desk before
trailing up to the silver laptop. I crack the lid and take a seat at my desk.
The screen prompts me to create a password, but before I do, I pick up the
shiny, white cell phone sitting to my right.
    I’ve never owned a cell phone in my life. They’re strictly
prohibited in the Miller family.
    Except, of course, for my father. He gets one for emergency
purposes, he says, since he works outside of the home.
    But no one else.
    I’ll have to fight tooth and nail and explain that this is a
work phone, and even then it’s I’m looking at slim chances. But it’s worth a shot.
    While I ransack my drawers in search of a pen, a quick rap
at my door ushers in Dane. I lose my breath for a second until I force ice
water through my veins and try to regroup.
    “That was a quick conference call,” I say as he takes the
seat across from me. He pulls two pens from the interior breast pocket of his
suit and places one in front of me. It reminds me of a polished silver bullet.
Upon examination, I see his monogram along the barrel.
    His palm runs the length of his slim, black tie. “My brother
isn’t one to be long winded.”
    “What’s his name?”
    Dane’s head tilts as if he’s bothered by this small talk.
“Beckham. Beckham King. He runs the east coast division.”
    Different last names. I want to ask why, but it’s none of my
business.
    “Have you had a chance to go over the paperwork?”
    “I’m just getting settled. Was looking for a pen when you
walked in.”
    “Why don’t you start with the consent form? My time is
limited, and I’d like to get that out of the way.”
    I lick the pad of my middle finger and page through the
stack of paperwork until I come across a consent form. It’s on personal stationery
with the logo of a legal firm at the bottom along with an attorney’s signature.
    “I have some questions first.” I peer across the desk at him.
“If that’s okay.”
    “And what are your questions?”
    “It’s just, I didn’t know this type of job existed. I guess
I’m more curious than anything else. Is this legal?”
    He smirks. “You’re not a prostitute, Bellamy. If that’s your
concern.”
    “I guess I just don’t understand why you need someone here
all day, every day for this? Not that I’m complaining. Like I said, I’m just
curious. I’m not judging you.”
    “I don’t expect you to understand.” He holds still, his gaze
steady and unwavering. He’s certainly not